miss bliss

here i am, happy to report that i am once again writing from my own house. i’m curled on my big white bed, with my small grey and white cat sleeping in a circle. the weepies are on, papers are graded and i have a belly full of sushi and a heart full of contentment after sharing a great meal with some of my favorite people. the past few weeks have been a bit nutty, and i want to first admit that i’ve been having a horrid case of bloggie guilt. guilt for not visiting, commenting and updating.

i’ve been sans internet for a few months. last week, for a glorious 4 days, i had the internet. and then on wednesday, it went down. it took over a week to get things up and running. between that, teaching and attempting to have a life beyond the classroom has made it near-impossible for me to get to a coffee shop and write in my blog. or visit. or do anything that one must do to stay connected with you loverly folks. my hope is that once again, i will be up and running and really updating more than once a freaking month.

in other news, i feel like i have a whole lot of stuff to be thankful, content and grateful for. i am not someone who likes to create hysteria and/or unnecessary worry, so now that it’s over, i will share: i had a little cervical cancer scare. i had a little appointment a few weeks ago that came back abnormal. can i just say that there is nothing scarier/crappier than that phone call saying your test came back abnormal? i went in, had it biopsied and it looks like it’s just part of my fun case of endometriosis. it was incredibly scary to have to play the “what-if?” game for awhile, to have a life once again full of blood tests and ickiness and biopsy. but, it’s over now…and it’s ok. yesterday, my car got hit when i was driving home. not a scratch. no injury. this is the second car thing that could have been deadly that has happened in the past 6 months.

as sick as it sounds, these sorts of things give me hope. they remind me that while the papers may not all get graded, and i may be lonely at times or feeling confused, my life matters. i am here, i am alive and that my friends, is something to be eternally grateful for. it’s also a constant reminder to let go of the little stuff, and worry about what’s big and important. the stuff that matters: people, my happiness and enjoying all of the good moments that come my way. and there are so many.

namaste.